Our Smoochable just told me to “leave this driveway” because I’m “getting on her last nerve.” I had a few errands to run and a few extra groceries I wanted to get but I cancelled that shit to park my ass home and stay all up in her face for the rest of the day.
I’m not above being spiteful and petty with an attitudinal three year old who doesn’t even pay the rent or offer me foot rubs and was just picking her nose and noshing on those boogers. Little shit trying to tell me I’m being annoying.
Hell to the nawz.
She ‘bout to learn who run this mother.
Her Glama!
Friday, September 14, 2018
Thursday, September 13, 2018
Crown drops charges against St Catherines Vet
It can seem that the system is broken when a legal technicality takes precedence over the safety of living, sentient beings. Even in light of overwhelming evidence.
I'm sad, very sad over this.
I'm sad, very sad over this.
Tuesday, September 4, 2018
Self Worth
If they want to leave you, open the door and let em go. Some people will never know your worth until they see you with someone else. The most important bit of knowledge is knowing your own worth. I feel bad for some people. Having self worth and class seems to be a lost gift. I am forever grateful I’ve never chased and I’ve only dated those of quality.
Monday, September 3, 2018
Holy Eyebrows
In my not so humble opinion, it’s important to let people, this includes our children to express their individuality through makeup and/or clothing choices without judgment or ridicule. As I've always stated, 'if the worst thing my children do is come home with a hairstyle I don't like, how lucky a parent I will be."
So I need y’all to know I do not condone the fucked up, hyper-exaggerated penciled on sperm wiggling across her face eyebrows one of my dear friends is currently experimenting with. My silence should not be interpreted as approval, got it? I mean, it’s a goddamn mess but it’s HER goddamn mess.
DO NOT THINK I’M DOWN WITH THIS LEVEL OF FUCKERY.
So I need y’all to know I do not condone the fucked up, hyper-exaggerated penciled on sperm wiggling across her face eyebrows one of my dear friends is currently experimenting with. My silence should not be interpreted as approval, got it? I mean, it’s a goddamn mess but it’s HER goddamn mess.
DO NOT THINK I’M DOWN WITH THIS LEVEL OF FUCKERY.
Sunday, September 2, 2018
No Rest For The Wicked
On the rare occasion that I am actually able to have a nap before work, I do not wake up refreshed or invigorated. Point of fact, I tend to wake up all asholey and fighty. That's right, if you're gonna make me nap, best be sure you are ready for the slumbering bitch to come alive and eat your soul.
Saturday, September 1, 2018
Sexy Skeletons
It's almost that time of year again; where the ghosts, goblins, and ghouls come out to play. Which also means that the retail stores are all up in my grill trying to sell me a ton of teeth rotting candy and a fuck-ton of plastic bullshit that'll break before the veil thins completely. I do however still have a great deal of fun with all the crap while I'm in he stores.
The children like to read me the riot act and say I can be embarrassing this time of year, all because of that one-ish time I set up two skeleton's to make it look like they were fornicating in the Halloween section at Walmart. These are the very same children who would then ask me to take them to Taco Bell because they had coupons. However the tip of the proverbial iceberg was when they told me to change the radio station and turn the volume down so that my “ridiculous music” wouldn't harm their bleeding eardrums any longer.
Exactly just WHO IS THE ADULT HERE? I guess I’ll go ahead and schedule their blood pressure and colonoscopy tests and find a local bocci ball team accepting new members.
The children like to read me the riot act and say I can be embarrassing this time of year, all because of that one-ish time I set up two skeleton's to make it look like they were fornicating in the Halloween section at Walmart. These are the very same children who would then ask me to take them to Taco Bell because they had coupons. However the tip of the proverbial iceberg was when they told me to change the radio station and turn the volume down so that my “ridiculous music” wouldn't harm their bleeding eardrums any longer.
Exactly just WHO IS THE ADULT HERE? I guess I’ll go ahead and schedule their blood pressure and colonoscopy tests and find a local bocci ball team accepting new members.
Tuesday, August 28, 2018
That Stew Needs Less Spice
I like to whistle while I work. Not really, but I do like a tune to groove too; upbeat and demanding I hustle my buns. It's a workable system. Now while I am not permitted to wear headphones while I work there are no clearly defined rules against bluetooth speakers. Thus my dilemma of how to keep motivated and make even greater numbers was solved, many gadget driven moons ago. Ah my love of technology knows few bounds.
Last night however I did the unthinkable. I worked sans music. It wasn't my best idea ever. Oh I still hustled. I even made damn fine numbers. I also mind you allowed those niggling thoughts in to take center stage, that my music more often than not drowns out. It's never pretty when I get this way. There I was hustling in and out of my cell when this thought popped clear as day into my head. "Pirates pet name that I alone call him, has been the butt of many a joke; and yet here are two people I'm perturbed with using it like its all theirs to use. well I'm never using it again." My brain and angry heart shouted.
Thus began the next 4 hours of brain drain. It's not a pet name that anyone else would use for him. It was something private and quite personal. It meant something to he and I, and while a few others were privy to it; I never dreamed they would use it. in exceedingly simplistic terms, it's like ones toothbrush. It's there, we all use one. We know most if not everyone else has one, but would we walk into another's personal space and just use it? Well, no. it's an invasion of personal space and even another's intimacy. The thought of these two specific people using something so personal and special to me, made my stomach turn and the bile rise in my throat.
It bothers me far more than I like to admit. Even to myself. What is this feeling? Jealousy? Discomfort? Annoyance? Pride? Possessiveness? It's all very unclear to me, as I am not one to feel those emotions. I dislike it muchly!
Last night however I did the unthinkable. I worked sans music. It wasn't my best idea ever. Oh I still hustled. I even made damn fine numbers. I also mind you allowed those niggling thoughts in to take center stage, that my music more often than not drowns out. It's never pretty when I get this way. There I was hustling in and out of my cell when this thought popped clear as day into my head. "Pirates pet name that I alone call him, has been the butt of many a joke; and yet here are two people I'm perturbed with using it like its all theirs to use. well I'm never using it again." My brain and angry heart shouted.
Thus began the next 4 hours of brain drain. It's not a pet name that anyone else would use for him. It was something private and quite personal. It meant something to he and I, and while a few others were privy to it; I never dreamed they would use it. in exceedingly simplistic terms, it's like ones toothbrush. It's there, we all use one. We know most if not everyone else has one, but would we walk into another's personal space and just use it? Well, no. it's an invasion of personal space and even another's intimacy. The thought of these two specific people using something so personal and special to me, made my stomach turn and the bile rise in my throat.
It bothers me far more than I like to admit. Even to myself. What is this feeling? Jealousy? Discomfort? Annoyance? Pride? Possessiveness? It's all very unclear to me, as I am not one to feel those emotions. I dislike it muchly!
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